“Josie?” he presses, voice brimming with frustration and desperation. “Yes or no?” “Hmmm…I don’t know,” I say softly, innocently. “What don’t you know?” he grits. “If that’s where I want you to kiss me.” I squeeze my thighs as my clit pulses. He drops his hand, cupping the back of my neck and rests his forehead against mine, breathing out a string of curse words in Spanish. “Okay,” he speaks almost too quietly, and I think he’s going to get out of the pool but then he kisses me.
